Kin

There are chambers
inside myself
I have yet to discover
or visit,
for example,
that one room
rumored
to contain
a monk
in tattered robes
hunched over
a yellow table
benignly autistic
in his relations to text
and verses
which have held him
happily captive
for many lifetimes,
that monk,
a lighted fool
and legend
near to my heart
in all its lucid intimations
and engendered kin.

 

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.
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  1. Me B is on poetic fire

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  2. Mr B. As in you. Only you. You alone.

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